Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.